Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Saturday, August 9, 2014

dreams and disasters

The funny thing about life is that it goes on.

I was reading through various raw posts I posted on my old blog -- a little, private blog -- speaking of the pain I bore last year. My little brother died before I ever met him. It sent a stinging grenade amongst my family, but God held us together through the thick of it. The sun is just now coming out in full force, but life is changing drastically. Our family will never remain the same again.

In a sense, I think this little speech is merely to say that a whole page of my life has never closed so quickly and slowly at the same time. I need those chronicles of my past self to remind me who I am. I need the detailed, heart-baring words of mine to keep me light on my feet, for half the time I'm either flying or remaining nailed crushingly to the floor.

I've never realized I'm becoming a grown-up 'til now. And I rather think I'd like Peter Pan along for the ride.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

in which we talk about various literary related stuffs

CURRENTLY READING . . .


Daddy-Long-Legs  by Jean Webster


Plenilune  by Jennifer Freitag
(which, as stated above, releases October 20th of this year)

CURRENTLY WRITING . . .

Nothing in particular, bouncing from thoughts of an untitled drama set during the War of 1812 to an intriguing retelling
of Beauty and the Beast to a lighthearted tale of adventure involving bucket lists and foreign
countries and a guy-girl best friend team. As you can see, I'm not certain what my next project will be.

ALSO . . .

Cry of Hope  met the Mayflower.